Trey sneaks into my bedroom and pushes me on to my bed.

I giggle as he crawls on top of me and puts his hand over my mouth.

"Shhh," Trey say's as everyone is downstairs chilling in the living room.

I nod my head and pull Trey's top off, he too undresses me and smashes his lips against mines.

My hands comb through his black, soft hair as our lips are locked onto each other.

Trey's hands find my panties and pulls them off. He positions his dick at my entrance and slowly slides himself through my wet walls.

Arching my back to allow him enter me deeper, he pulses in and out of me breathing heavily.

I unknowingly moan out loud causing Trey to cover my mouth.

He leans down and kisses my neck, feeling all types of pleasure my mind flashes to Damon.

Picturing Damon thrusting in and out of me as he kisses me all over.

Snapping back to reality I push Trey away from as I look at him with pure shock.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Did I do something that you didn't like?" He questions back to back concerned.

I shake my head no.

"Then what happened?" He asks searching my face for an answer.

Should I tell him?

"Do you-do you um ever think about someone else when your doing it with me?" I ask.

He thinks for a second trying to process what I just said.

"No, not really. Why do you?" He asks.

"Well before I didn't but just now I did," I say shyly.

"You do know Scarlett we're not in a relationship so you can think about whoever you want," he says calmly.

"Yeah but you said you don't think about anyone else," I say.

"That's because I'm only interested in you," he say's staring into my eyes.

"I-I um thought that we weren't going to have any feelings for each other," I say quietly.

"I know but I'm not actually trying to pursue you or anything. We're just keeping it strictly friends with benefits," he explains.

I slowly nod my head agreeing.

"So who is that your thinking about?" He asks catching me off guard.

My eyes grow wide "u-um," stuck not knowing what to say.

"Come on tell me Scarlett," he presses on.

"It's um Damon..." i say quietly.

"Damon?" He repeats to himself and nods his head.

"I-I don't even know if I like him or not it's just that he keeps popping up in my head these past few days," I explain.

"Well I don't think I can help you out with that, but I should head back downstairs. They're probably wondering where I've gone," he says and gets up off my bed and pulls his t-shirt over his head.

With his large veiny hand he places it on the back of my head pulling towards him, he kisses my forehead and ruffles my already messy hair.

"See you later," he says before leaving my room.